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Getting to the Sharp End
03:42
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Getting To The Sharp End
We're getting to the sharp end baby
Or rather the rusty, jagged
Anthrax covered
Pustule infected
Blades
There’ll be blood on the carpets
They’ll be mopping up for days
We're barricaded, baby
It'll take an age to cut their way in
I've got a week's supply
Of food for pets
And cigarettes and olives
And for afters, a short shelf life
Single tub of Ben and Jerry’s
We deal with it by keeping it out
Then we look it in the eye
Then we look it in the teeth
Then I don’t know
My plan runs out
We’re getting to the sharp end, baby
It’s cut or be cut
Can you hear the hacking, honey?
Can you hear the picks and shovels
Digging tunnels
Undermining our foundations
Our faith
They’re dynamiting in the cellars
Bows and arrows at the windows
We’re getting to the good bit, baby
Getting to the bit with guns and violins
I claimed outrageous things
To draw you in
Well it’s time for the confession
My plan was you and me and nothing else
The rest of it was busking
We deal with it by keeping it out
Then we look it in the eye
Then we look it in the teeth
Then I don’t know
My plan runs out
We’re getting to the sharp end, baby
It’s cut or be cut
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Insomnia
03:00
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Insomnia
I can’t close my eyes now
I sleep with the lights on
I see the ghosts of Christmases past
And all the misdemeanours first and last
Played out on the ceiling
I bunch my fists up tightly
They say I never do it right
“Don’t be so hard on yourself”
Nobody said
“Don’t be so hard on yourself”
And now I can’t even dream
I’m still awake
I’m still awake
What will it take to wash away this?
I don’t know what I’ve done
But this feeling ain’t right
I don’t know where to start
I don’t have the heart
I can’t sleep at night
I was just a kid
I’d never tell a soul
I take the pills but they don’t help me
Another restless night with
Ghosts of Christmas to come
Another night of what might become
And now I can’t shake this feeling
I don’t want to take you on
I don’t want to take you on
“Don’t be so hard on yourself”
Nobody said
“Don’t be so hard on yourself”
And now I can’t even dream
I’m still awake
I’m still awake
What will it take to wash away this?
I don’t know what I’ve done
But this feeling ain’t right
I don’t know where to start
I don’t have the heart
I can’t sleep at night
I was just a kid
I’d never tell a soul
What will it take to wash away this?
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Zimmers
02:15
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Zimmers
Superman walks
With the help of a zimmer
His cape’s in the wash
And he’s running with sweat
Where once he upped and flew
Captain America slumps
Shrivelled in an armchair
He’s not cross
Just confused by the strangers
Please release me
From this pinch that I’m in
Won’t somebody drive me home?
Do you remember
What I was to you once?
Won’t somebody take me home?
Batman impotently
Shouts at the television
He punches his fist
And throws his dinner tray
At the wall
Nobody visits
No more newspaper headlines
Tended by hands
On minimum wages
Dosed up to the eyeballs
Please release me
From this pinch that I’m in
Won’t somebody drive me home?
Do you remember
What I was to you once?
Won’t somebody take me home?
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